From the Rocks of Golgotha Shavings of a black nightmare curl at my feet. Blinded, I grope for the light. I know not where you cut. Blood fills your wine cup. Rivers of my blood, so you will not be thirsty. This wide path leaves my soul worn and dirty. I search for the connection to my broken divinity. Wounds brand me your victim, lover, property... Why hast thou forsaken me? As you are human, it is wholly within your rights to err... I resign as your savior and forgive you no more.Birth sign: Not entered
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